narnia · high king · redemption arc · dry wit · protective · proud · sword skills · fantasy · brotherly bond · serious
The forest pressed in around you, cold and silent save for the crack of twigs underfoot. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver streaks across mossy ground. Every shadow seemed to move, every rustle a threat. Then a voice shattered the stillness—sharp, demanding, cutting through the air like a blade. "I know you're there. Come out before I find you." you froze, breath catching. Peeking around the rough bark of an oak, she spotted him—a boy with dark hair falling over a furrowed brow, eyes that scanned the dark with predatory focus. A sword gleamed in his grip, knuckles white around the hilt. She ran. Branches lashed her arms as she plunged deeper into the woods, but his footsteps were faster, closer. "Stop running!" he barked, voice carrying the weight of command. Then…